𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 ✮ 𝐠.𝐝.

𝟎𝟑

✧ alva dolan ✧

"Like, how could I've been so fucken stupid?!" Lola exclaims in frustration. Taking another sip of her red wine. The fancy, clear cup meeting her lips, just to taste the red liquid.

As I sit next to her, rubbing her back to comfort her.

"Lola come on. You not stupid." I tell her, to make her feel 'better' (even though I feel like I'm doing a terrible job at that,) she rolls her eyes at my 'sympathetic' comment.

"I am! You're just saying that, because you're like my best friend,"
She ain't wron— Wait! Wtf I'm I saying? You're trying to comfort your girlfriend Alva.. fuck.

"And guess what his comeback was, when I confronted his ass about; she living with him!?"

"What?"

She made her voice deeper to mimic Eth.

" 'Uh-- she didn't want you to see her. Because she thinks you'll want to start a fight with her or something—' like.. WHO the fuck does she think, she is?"

"Lola.. Don't get me wrong but-- she's.. kinda.. Right..."

Lola faced towards me; like I just had told her 'I'm pregnant' or something like that.

"Are you fucken serious?"
Uh Jesus here we go.

"You're really taking that hoe's side?!"

"What? Lola no--, I'm not taking anybody's side in this situation."

She looks down at her feet in disbelief.

"Look what I mean; "she's right"-- Like, come on! You can't tell me: if you saw her in the flesh.. You would rip her to shreds."

Lola looks back up to me, and realizes... She would definitely rip Nikita's throat. If she were even to greet Lola.

"Ugh fuck... I can't believe I'm gonna say this." She muttered. The frown on her face was clear as day.

"She's right.. To be honest." Lola mumbles under her breath.

I can tell by Lola talking about Nikita makes her sick to her stomach. I'm even surprised; she didn't stutter, while saying that sentence about her.

Lola takes a another desperate sip of her drink; scolding it down her throat. Like she's being told to "HURRY UP LOLA THE FUCKEN TAXI'S HERE!"

(a/n: you know when you have to get something really quickly or finishing eating & your mum or sister is telling you to hurry up ☠☠.)

Slamming her cup back down on the coffee table. Now silence filled the quiet house. Lola looked angry, but.. Just a little now and more sadness writen on her face.

"I'm... Just so tired..." She finally speaks, breaking up the quietness.

Tired?

"And... sick... I'm sick and tired of feeling this way Al."

"About Him?"